• The midnight hours are long dead
    Your jaded wings weigh you down
    Stick a Band-Aid on your broken heart
    You hide your pain so well
    Lips dance silently to the melody
    Residing within your head
    Skip this song, and the next one;
    Every voice you hear is his

    White-knuckled wallowing in an all too ephemeral tranquillity
    The electricity in your veins is dying; you’re trying to hold on in vain
    The mirror sees broken doll, devoured by the demons she couldn’t chase away
    Lying in a bed of shattered memories; blood seeps obliviously out of her skin

    He didn’t breathe his last knowing that you would die inside
    Stars fade away, disillusioned, as the isolation blurs into focus
    Your last sliver of sanctity is slipping well out of reach
    You’ve given up; you’ve given in; you cry yourself to sleep